I just read an amazing play about an amazing young woman. Now deceased. It’s called My Name is Rachel Corrie and it was edited from her writings by Alan Rickman and Katharine Viner.

In 2003, at the age of 23, Rachel was run over by an Israeli tank while trying to stop it bulldozing a Palestinian home.

Now this is not a diatribe against Israel, this is about the courage and selflessness and idealism of one young woman. There are enough conflicts in the world for which this story could stand as an example.

In one of her many amazing passages she writes:

I look forward to seeing more and more people willing to resist the direction the world is moving in: a direction where our personal experiences are irrelevant, that we are defective, that our communities are not important, that we are powerless, that the future is determined, and that the highest level of humanity is expressed through what we choose to buy at the mall.

So young, so wise.

And in one of the most beautiful and thought provoking passages she writes:

What if our aloneness isn’t a tragedy? What if our aloneness is what allows us to speak the truth without being afraid? What if our aloneness is what allows us to adventure—to experience the world as a dynamic presence—as a changeable, interactive thing?